“What the fuck happened?” Junior was slowly gathering his thoughts.
“You slipped. Then fell. I think you may have broken the bathroom door.” Jennifer said with a sigh as she patted Junior’s chest, and leaving it slightly oiled.
Junior’s eyes swept the air in front of him, not really seeing, but an automatic response, as his brain tried to process the sudden physical and mental stimuli. Junior rolled his head towards Jennifer’s voluptuous frame. His mind focused on her slicked and trimmed pubic hairs. Another part of his brain, the one that didn’t want blood filling his cock, saw this and finally woke. Junior sat up.
It appeared to Jennifer that he had decided to get up and run. She often had this effect on men and it never failed to make her smile. Some men just could not handle the curves, she thought.
Junior, in his haste to get up, forgot about the oil, slid, fell, righted himself then fell again, like some bizarre dance. When he fell the final time, he experienced his own hoisted-on-his-own-petard moment as his speedos caught on the remaining ornate bathroom doorknob. The fabric slowed his fall with an epic and almost cinematic tearing sound, followed by the clatter of another broken doorknob.
“Fuck,” Junior said.
“If you wanted to get undressed you could have without all the strange sliding around.” Jennifer said, lowering her eyes to look at his engorged and purple-headed cock.
Junior attempted to cover his dick, but gave up. Touching it made the situation worse.
“What the fuck is on the floor?” Junior said as he slid backwards to the door to try and open it.
“Oil,” Jennifer said matter of factly.
“Ok, I think I could guess it was oil,” he paused, then looked at the floor, then incredulously at Jennifer. “Why the fuck is there oil all over the floor of the master bathroom?” Junior felt a mania sweep him. “Elaborate trap for home invasion?” Jennifer snorted at this last comment, it; only fuelled him. “What was the plan…to rape them or keep them as perverted sex slaves.”
“Well, I caught you,” Jennifer said, emphasising the word well.
She moved to sit on her bottom to get off her knees which hated the hard floor. “I mean does that mean I rape you now,” she said with a squeak as she slipped onto her back, her legs spread wide in desperation to gain some control. It made her look like a frog rolling in mud with her tits, ass, legs and arms flailing everywhere.
“Fuck,” she bellowed with laughter.
Junior didn’t mind too much. He got quite an eyeful of her hot, wet, and oiled cunt. This only fed the horny side of his brain, and he felt his cock get harder. People would pay good money to watch things slide in and out of that wet “ham wallet”. Even his business thoughts betrayed him, his cock got even harder.
“So we are stuck,” Junior said flatly, watching Jennifer roll around like, well, like a landlocked whale now trying to get on all fours, breathlessly she affirmed the situation.
Slipping, she went face first, her tits preventing her face from making contact with the floor. With a breathy “oof” from Jennifer, Junior got a full view of her ass clapping, and, to use Jennifer’s terminology, her “chocolate cabinet.”